"Yeah~...hum~..."

I don't know how long it took.

Tang Jingyan was sleeping soundly and vaguely heard the sound of "hum and whispering" from outside, as if she was crying.

Wu Qingwan's voice...

?

Tang Jingwen slowly woke up, but found that the lights outside the curtain had gone out at some point. Wu Qingwan, who was beside her, had gone, and only the dumpling was lying on the pillow and sleeping soundly.

“…”

Tang Jingwen woke up instantly, and the movement outside became clearer:

"Shh~ Is Jingyan awake?"

"Don't be so nervous, I'll take a look..."

?!

My God, these two are really...

Tang Jing was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes, thinking that she had not noticed anything, and she said "Yeah~" in a dream, and she seemed to be asleep.

After a moment...

"I haven't woken up, keep going..."

"Hurry up~ I've just accommodated you once for your honesty. It's been half an hour..."

"I know Wanwan, be good..."

...

Tang Jingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly. He listened to the strange sounds and could not sleep anywhere. His breath became a little messy.

She endured it for a long time, but she kept talking in detail, unable to hide her curiosity, and secretly used her fingers to pick a gap in the curtain.

In the dimly lit room, Zuo Lingquan leaned against the teacup, smiling at his eyebrows and holding Wu Qingwan's wrist.

Wu Qingwan twisted her hands back to her waist, turned her back to Zuo Lingquan, knelt on the teacup, and practiced by herself.

Wu Qingwan was wearing a pair of white fur ears, her cheeks were very rosy, and her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression was obviously a little blurred.

The cloud-white lotus hidden carp hangs on the snow-white neck, and the fat carp embroidered is bumping up and down in the huge waves.

Through the fabric as thin as a cicada's wing, two jade balls can be seen colliding and squeezing, constantly changing shapes...

!!

Tang Jingwen widened her eyes and moistened her eyes. She saw this scene for the first time since she was a child, and her breathing was frozen. She subconsciously looked at her clothes, and her first thought was, "I'm a little older than me, I really don't know how she looks..."

He picked up the slender fingers of the curtain and wanted to put them down, but Tang Jingwen was already familiar and charming, and he looked at the man he accepted. Somehow, he didn't put his hands down, but instead felt a strange feeling. His cheeks became redder and his eyes gradually became charming and blurred...

------

Yinheng Mountain, above the clouds.

In the Baiyu Palace Pavilion, a tall woman in a gold skirt sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, her expression as usual, without waves.

Outside is a brilliant galaxy, with clouds and mists in front of the Xuanwu Shield. The scene may seem to have never changed since the beginning of the palace pavilion.

The little female dragon was plated on the golden mace, with her eyes closed, and she had long been used to everything around her.

But tonight, it seemed that something was different.

The little female dragon felt that the master beside her had changed his breath - a little confused, unexplainable, and the subtle sound made by breathing calmly actually brought a faint sweetness.

?

The little female dragon opened her eyes, but saw the woman in a golden dress sitting next to her blushing!

No...

The little mother dragon has forgotten how many 60 years have passed, but since she met the wild girl in the mountain village, she has never seen the shy color that only a weak woman would show on her face.

The woman in the golden dress obviously had feelings. She opened her eyes and touched her cheeks blankly, and the deep eyes showed a faint doubt.

The little mother dragon didn't understand why, so he asked:

"Why are your face red?"

The woman in the golden dress had recovered and she was silent for a while before she said:

"Nothing, it's freezing."

“…”

After the little female dragon was stunned for a moment, the entire Panlong Golden Mace changed, gradually turning into a golden shawl and put it on the woman's shoulder.

The little female dragon is a golden dragon pattern on the shawl, and she opened her mouth and said with concern:

"Autumn is here, the weather is getting colder, so add more clothes."

"I'm interested."

"What's your heart?! Can your face be red when you are so cold? If this dragon's soul is incomplete, his mind is also incomplete? Tell me! What's going on?"

"That little phoenix is ​​just messing around."

"What is she trying to do? You're blushing. Could it be that you're traitor?"

"I didn't see it, how do you know?"

"Why don't you go and take a look?"

"Forgive."

...

------

The mountain is not high, but there are immortals and spirits.

There are hundreds of hills around Zhuoyan City, all of which were rented and sold by Zhuoyan Sect to help weapon refiners everywhere.

Lei Hongliang was born in the Heavenly Emperor City of Shangzong and was appointed as the elder of Zhuoyan Sect. His status is naturally not low. The Leigong Mountain where he is located is located is along the Kutuo River, and the feng shui weather is excellent.

As an immortal mountain where personal practice is practiced, there are not many people on Lei Gong Mountain. Except for Lei Hongliang and a few personal disciples, the others are registered disciples who come to learn the art, that is, apprentices of weapon refiners.

No matter which industry you are in, apprentices are a hard job. You don’t have a salary to do the most tiring work, and it depends on the teacher’s face. This is even more so for the weapon refiner.

On the outside of the villa on Leigong Mountain, apprentices from all over the world work day and night to refine weapons. When time passed, the villa was still filled with the sound of "ding ding clattering", and occasionally there was a dull sound of "frying the stove".

The young monk in blue clothes returned to the villa with a few materials he had wandered around and collected.

Registered apprentices who are running back and forth in the weapon refining workshop will nod and scream when they meet:

"Senior Brother."

The monk in green can hang out without doing anything outside, which is definitely not a registered free coolie, but Lei Hongliang's serious disciple.

After coming to the residence in the villa, he saw the master who was studying materials in the house, the monk in the green asked:

"Master, I just went up the mountain when I was a child. I remember that there seemed to be a master named Wu, but why did he disappear later?"

The middle-aged man who studied the materials was Lei Hongliang's apprentice Zhou Qi.

Hearing this, Zhou Qi paused, put down the ore in her hand, and said in a deep voice:

"If you don't practice well, what are you doing?"

"Today I met a casual cultivator, talk about the rumors about Da Yan..."

The monk in blue put down his things, and he was a little annoyed to tell his experience today, and then said:

"It was also when I heard this that I remembered that there was a master named Wu before. Master, you were on the mountain at that time, do you know..."

"I've been out for a trip, but haven't returned yet."

Zhou Qi raised his hand and threw the ore to his apprentice: "Go and refine a thunder bell. I'll test your skills. If you can't get the best, go down the mountain."

!!

The monk in blue turned pale and did not dare to say anything. He caught the ore and ran to the refining furnace.

After Zhou Qi watched his apprentice leave, his brows frowned and sat alone in the yard, rubbing his fingers gently.

Zhou Qi followed Lei Hongliang very early and still remembered what his apprentice said just now.

Thirty years ago, when the Nine Sects met, Zhou Qi went to Linyuan City and joined the monks of Zhuoyan Sect to select the nine Sects to pick up the remaining good seedlings.

At that time, I stayed at the place where the tool trainer was competing for two months. There were many amazing young people who met, but there was only one person who made Zhou Qi feel incredible.

That person is Wu Zunyi.

Wu Zunyi was nearly thirty years old at that time, and was actually not young, two years older than him; his cultivation level was even more mediocre. He came out of the Southern Wilderness and was almost thirty years old to refine Qi. In the event of the Nine Sects, he was not even considered a hair.

Zhou Qi remembers that when he first met Wu Zunyi, he was in a street market that was temporarily gathered in the Iron River Valley, where many weapon refiners were collecting maps, materials, etc.

At that time, Zhou Qi was picking up a bargain on the street, and Wu Zunyi was bargaining with a casual cultivator, wanting to borrow someone's "Ghost Worker Calculation" weapon refining map.

The function of the 'Ghost Worker Calculation' is an abacus used by people on the mountain. It has a low grade, a small range of use, and low material requirements; but its production method is extremely cumbersome, with 72 independent parts connected to each other, and micro-carving spells are needed in each place. One cannot operate if there is any deviation. The requirements for the proficiency of the weapon refiner are almost harsh.
To be continued...